“Why does such a beautiful wench hide her beauty?”

“Hmmm,” said the dragon, “the bitch shows her true colors. Let’s
reveal the rest of thy hidden pleasures.”

The dragon extracted her from the armor like a lobster from its
shell and she lay before him naked. With a breath of icy flame
the dragon breathed between her legs and the hair on her pussy
turned to ash, leaving her skin smooth and untouched beneath.
Lizard smooth.

“Now,” said the dragon, “on your knees. I wish to sample those
ruby lips.”

She found herself unable to refuse as she groveled before the
platinum beast. She lapped at his paws ’til he swung behind her,
mounting her as a ram mounts a ewe. With hardly a thought the
beast took her virginity.

I awoke when I realized that I was lying on stone, and not
sheets. Sensing motion about me, I leapt up into a cloud of
incense, and weaved about an empty-handed blow at me. Unbidden,
my motions were swept into a rhythm of chantings and beatings of
drums, and I hop-scotched over intricate chalk lines in the dimly
lit, smoke-filled room. Lashing out with a foot I caught my
assailant in the side, crashing him to the ground. He was up in
an instant, and rushed me. I took a stance, and felt the power
flow up from the earth into me, filling me strangely, rushing
into every hollow drained by the High Mass. The fight became a
dance, and my opponent could not touch me; every time I struck
him, his power exploded out as if he were a powder puff, entering
me. His steps grew weaker, and I drained him dry, leaving him
lifeless upon the floor.